Posts Tagged ‘inspiration board’

On a “date” (and let’s use that term very loosely in this instance) that ended in a sex shop on Sixth Avenue last night, my suitor turned to me over bisteca per due at Morandi and asked, “What’s your type?” My initial response would have been, “Not you,” but I figured that wouldn’t exactly be conducive to getting through the rest of our meal without utensil related injury. My actual answer was that I don’t have a type and that’s not a farce. When I look back on all of my relationships- long term and very short lived- I’m basically an equal opportunity dater. From Wall Street bankers to musicians, athletes, writers, and tech nerds, I’ve basically run the gamut when it comes to careers and as far as appearances go they’ve been tall, short, dark, light, and everything in between. Of course there has to be an initial attraction whether it be physical or mental, but the reason my heart melted for each one of them comes from an intangible place. Even the worst of them (and that’s a tight race) had his wondrous moments and I hold a special place for each of them in my little black heart. That’s why this week, we are dedicating WhyDid to the men in our lives and all that comes along with them. So, ladies, let’s hear it for the boys.

I may be appalled at the thought of wearing pearls and Tory Burch ballet flats give me the creeps, but no one who knows me intimately would argue that I’m anything but feminine. I may have matured from favoring hot pink hues for home and wardrobe, but I will never tire of delicate lace, soft satin, and intricate details that make being a woman worth all of the cramps, bloating, skewed salaries, and cat calls. When I spent several years in the high end world of lingerie, I acquired new found admiration for all that goes into underpinnings. Perhaps there will only be a few special someones who are ever fortunate enough to see the contents of your knicker drawer (unless you use your delicates as decor), but the most feminine thing I think a woman can do is dress for herself.

Fun fact: I’m narcoleptic. Okay, maybe not clinically speaking, but show me a pillow and I’ll show you a coma. I’m probably one of four people who has ever fallen asleep in Las Vegas… at a nightclub… with a giant costumed Elmo dancing right above her head. If I were to be a fairytale princess, I would undoubtedly be Sleeping Beauty. As a matter of fact, I should be much more beautiful due to the amount of beauty sleep I’ve amassed over the years. I once had a boyfriend who told me that he was comforted by how restfully I slept. He thought it meant I had a clear conscience. Ha. And while I’ve fallen asleep on dates forcing them to leave their phone numbers on tabloid covers and scraps of napkin, my narcolepsy has saved me from many a late night pizza delivery. So, my unpredictable sleep patterns aren’t all bad as long as you don’t mind my snoring.

Truth be told, I don’t care much for daisies. I often lump them into the same category as carnations, which are the cantaloupe of flowers in my book. However, there is something quite sunny about a daisy. And who doesn’t love playing “He Loves Me Not” with the petals? Honestly, you have a better chance of getting an accurate read from a bud than boy these days. So when you combine daisies with denim, you’ve got a combination that even Catherine Bach would stamp her seal of approval on.